Chen Duwei glanced at the long-standing general beside him out of the corner of his eye, and his voice was lower than Fang Cai, "They, they ......"

His Royal Highness the King of Zhennan, who has always cherished words like gold, suddenly took the initiative to take over the words, and the corners of his beautiful eyes were sharp and cold, "It's dead." ”

He died within three days, bleeding from his eyes, ears, mouth and nose, and his limbs were weak.

Shi Qingran's mind suddenly flashed through a certain thought, and for a while, he didn't care about denouncing Song someone's cold-blooded and ruthless performance, and said to Chen Duwei, "Help me help this little brother up." ”

It is true that the eldest lady of the Shi family has lived to this age, and the cat and dog who basically lived in the first half of her life are not to be seen, and she still has a reputation of being down-and-out under the persecution of her brother, but only by relying on this medical skill, she still has some confidence.

Chen Duwei didn't dare to slack off, and sat down with a bow, and the cold and heavy armor collided with a crisp sound that pierced the night.

The face of the soldier who was lifted up was withered and sallow, like a handful of ashes barely covered in armor that would be blown away by the wind at any moment.

Shi Qingran stared at his deformed face tightly, his gaze almost focused.

The Xuanjia Battalion has no characteristics except for the ferocity and courage in battle, and the only local specialty is the battalion of singles with a passion for defending the family and the country in the chest.

Chen Duwei, as one of the many singles, was originally full of nervousness and self-blame, but when he saw Princess Zhennan approaching him inch by inch, his face still involuntarily became a little red, blending with his originally tanned yellow and black skin, Shi Qingran didn't see it too much, but the King of Zhennan on the side pursed his lips lightly.

Just when he was at a loss and didn't know where to put a pair of eyes, he suddenly saw Shi Qingran directly put his hand on it, and touched the pus-filled face of the unconscious little soldier through a layer of sleeves.

Chen Duwei's heart jumped, and he was at a loss for the little soldier with a red face, "Princess! You ......"

Shi Qingran's face did not change, and his white fingers pinched the chin of the little soldier and turned left and right.

"Huh?" Shi Qingran's hand movements did not stop, his fingertips shifted from the little soldier's chin, and without hesitation, he leaned into his clothes, and asked innocently, "What's wrong?" ”

Chen Duwei, "......"

Song Yuchen glanced over quietly, Qingyue's brows furrowed, and he was about to speak, when he suddenly heard her voice with relief and some surprise, "This big brother, come and see!" ”

Chen Duwei didn't realize that she was calling herself at all, and judging from the shocked and distorted expression on his face, there should still be rolling thunder in his head at this moment.

"Junshan." Song Yuchen calmly lifted his robe, "You get out of the way, I'll help." ”

Chen Duwei reacted sluggishly, said "oh" several times in a hurry, and stood aside with a red face.

"Look here." Shi Qingran pointed to the inside of the collar of the little soldier.

Song Yuchen looked at it and saw two extremely small dark black round holes on the little soldier's dark neck, the diameter of which was about the same size as the tip of a needle used for embroidery.

"It was bitten by a snake." Shi Qingran said, "When I was bitten, the snake man said that, first the limbs were weak, then he fell into a coma, and finally he bled to death, I think the one who bit these soldiers may be the kind of golden snake." ”

As if in response to Shi Qingran's words, Song Yuchen felt the body on his shoulder tremble suddenly, but before he could return to the light, he was paralyzed again, and his back stiffened unquickly.

Song Yuchen's face sank, and he stretched out his finger to test his snort, and then his face became even darker.

Shi Qingran was stunned, and reached out to grab his wrist in disbelief, and sure enough, there was no longer the slightest strength of a living person in three places.

Almost at the same time, two streaks of dark red pus slowly crawled down his dark chapped earlobes onto his dirt- and sweat-soaked collar.

Shi Qingran cautiously reminded him, "Why don't I look at another one and confirm it." ”

Song Yuchen didn't look at her, and his eyelashes covered his vision. He looked at the little soldier in his arms, who was already half cold, his fingers clasped on the cold and hard armor, and his tone suddenly cooled down for the most part, "Junshan-"

Chen Duwei hurriedly whipped his horse, and ran back and forth between the Xuanjia Camp and the royal city four or five times in one night, and the horse's hooves crushed the flying reed flowers and the cold moonlight into thousands of light dust.

Shirou Fuzhong.

It was rare for Master Zhang to temporarily put down the official duties of Jingshantang and go home to sleep well, but he didn't think that less than a quarter of an hour after he lay down in his clothes, there was a sudden sound of tuk tuk under the window, which instantly dispelled most of the sleepiness that lingered next to his head.

Where did the thief come from, stealing things and stealing to the Shilang's mansion, it's just bold, there is no vision, look at it, the objects in this house are old and broken, which one is worth remembering?

Full of contempt and fear, Mr. Zhang pushed his sleeping wife into the bed, groped his way down from the couch carefully, didn't even wear shoes, and came to the window lightly.

He was still deciding between the net and the humiliation, but the window was raised from the outside, and then a blue-white hand suddenly climbed up along the lattice.

From the beginning of the landing, until he sat in the current position, Mr. Zhang believed that he had lived calmly for most of his life, and he never thought that if he didn't do bad things, he would be knocked on the door by a ghost one day. Master Zhang was frightened when he boarded.

In the next second, Chen Duwei jumped up suddenly, revealing a swarthy face, and pressed his voice into an extremely low line, like a rusty piece of iron slowly passing through the ground.

"Lord Zhang, is it?"

After a while, Master Zhang pushed open the door of the study with a dark face, dipped it in black ink, and began to write according to Chen Junshan's words.

"Lord Zhang hasn't rested so late, and he's really done his best." Accustomed to staying in the Xuanjia camp, Chen Duwei really couldn't say such beautiful words that could be taken on the stage, and the words "after death" almost popped out.

"The prince is still busy in the Xuanjia camp so late, so he should pay attention to his body." Lord Zhang didn't smile at his skin, and he opened his mouth when he was sleek, as if the person who was chopping the handsome and dashing King Zhennan into meat-stuffed meatballs in his heart at this moment was not him.

Chen Duwei was straight-eyed, he didn't understand the understatement in his words, and hurriedly rubbed Lord Zhang's ink treasure into the placket of his clothes, turned around and jumped on the beam of the room and ran.

Lord Zhang looked at the iron armor on his body, and weighed that it should weigh at least thirty or forty catties, but Chen Duwei was like a light bird, and he ran away without touching the ground, and he didn't even step on a single tile.